ding furore. His friend met him as men
meet in houses of mourning.

"Is this your wedding face?" cried Haga-
dorn. "Why, man, starved as I am, I look
more like a bridegroom than you!"

"There's no wedding to-day!"

"No wedding! Why, you're not --"

"Marie Beaujeu died last night --"

"Marie --"

"Died last night. She had been skating
in the afternoon, and she came home chilled
and wandering in her mind, as if the frost
had got in it somehow. She grew worse and
worse, and all the time she talked of you."

"Of me?"

"We wondered what it meant. No one
knew you were lovers."

"I didn't know it myself; more's the pity.
At least, I didn't know --"

"She said you were on the ice, and that